Dedication to my 100th voter, Lisafry! :3
Thankies, means the world to me, you helped me reach one of many milestones! <3
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We pulled up to these shops out of town, it was about 10:06am, and Jenna pulled over, and put seven hours worth into the meter. “Jeez Jen, you think we’re going to be here that long?”
“Let’s talk about what’s going on over coffee shall we?” she linked her arm in mine, and she lead me to a Starbucks a couple blocks away from where we parked.
“You come here often?” I asked Jenna, realizing she seemed to know her way around.
“Yeah,” she said, opening the door to Starbucks.
She got us Vanilla Bean Cream Frappuccions and coffee cakes.
“Alright sweetheart, tell me what’s going on.”
“Well, I realized—I let myself go. I’m in need of a Jennafication!”
“Oh my goodness, yes—you’ve finally realized that! Okay, so there is a Forever 21, Pacsun, Hollister, American Eagle, DeliA’s…” Jenna went on for a good ten minutes, rattling off expensive teen clothing lines. “Alright,” I breathe, taking it all in, “Where are we going to start?”
“Uh, Forever 21,”
I nod, and we get up to leave.
Jenna gives winks to the boys walking in, and their heads turn with sly smiles.
I sigh, and ignore her flirtatious behavior.
* * *
After five hours of shopping I feel—better. I feel…more attractive. I feel everything I never felt before. “Now it’s time for you to get a haircut and some makeup—”
“No makeup, please…uh, maybe we can just buy some beauty products?”
“Sure! There is a CVS somewhere around here!” she said.
We walked over to a small little salon. “This place is the ish!” Jenna beamed reassuringly, opening the door.
The place was small and humble, smelling of cheap perfume and Airwick. There were about four work stations total, all cluttered with hair care products, and to the back, were the sinks. The place was painted a flamingo pink, and had a giant gaudy crystal chandelier illuminating the place.“Katelyn!” Jenna dubbed, looking around the remotely empty salon.
A bleach blonde Barbie entered out of that I supposed was the staff room. “Jenna! What are you doing here so, early? You’re not scheduled for another we—”—she paused, and acknowledged my existence—“And who is this?” she took me in with sympathy. My eyebrows knit. “This is my friend Fallon, and she’s in dire need of a haircut.”
“I can see,” she said, walking over to me, and taking a lock of hair into her fingertips. I scrunch up my nose, and look at her, as she walks around me—examining me. “Trust me, Kate is a pah-ro! She knows what she’s doing,” Jenna said, sensing my wryness.
“Hmm, this is split end central…” Katelyn furrowed her eyebrows, looking at my hair.
“I think a nice BSL cut—”
“BSL, what’s that?”
“Bra strap length,” Jenna and Katelyn said simultaneously.
“…Layered of course—with side bangs would look nice on her. Maybe dying her hair a richer walnut brownish color.” She nodded with finality. Jenna squealed animatedly. “Sounds great,”
I became apprehensive after Katelyn began to snip, snip away at my hair. My stomach clenched as I watched her cut away each piece. But I realized—it was sort of symbolic, as if cutting away the old me—the sad me…
“And voila,” Katelyn beamed, spinning me around in the chair to face the new me. I felt, and looked—great, I stood up slowly. “Wow,” I breathed. “And we got some great golden hooped earrings for you to wear!” Jenna squealed, digging around in one of my shopping bags. She passed them to me, and I put them on slowly.
I looked gorgeous—well besides the hollow rings of purple around my eyes, other than that…I was pretty proud of myself. I paid and thanked Katelyn, before leaving, and Jenna took me to a spa where we got waxes—everywhere.
When we got back to the car it was four in the afternoon, right in time.
“Where to now,” I inquire, looking out the window.
“Um, Chili’s?”
“Uh, not really in the mood. Look, let’s go somewhere nice—I have my dad’s credit card. Uh, let’s go to The Cheesecake Factory.”
“Totally, I’m down!” Jenna smiled, backing out, and pulling off.
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